Personal Narrative-Poudre For The River In Colorado

Rugged River Rapids In the rugged river rapids, The salmon slowly swim. Four years in the ocean,

While we sat in our rambling tan and yellow cabin among the trees at 416 Spencer Falls Lane at Big Bear Lake, we watched the gloomy rain fall all morning long. Finally, the storm passed and the dark gray clouds passed over, the sun shone brightly on the wet grass. Yes, the day soon was as pleasant as any other august day, of course we knew it was frequently the case with a warm summer rain. This time, however, the rain had swelled the river washed away our small wooded bridge. Elaine my youngest sister sat beside the washed out bridge, she was so unhappy because it was loss. It was then that a shiny blue convertible drove up beside her, the four of us, our names are: William, Martina, Ella and David, watched as the car approached, it was around

I also wrote about "Once More to the Lake", but I enjoy long descriptive sentences. When you read your chosen sentence, did it give you a feeling or, bring you back to a moment in your past? When I read that sentence, it brings me back to laying on the beach smelling the the salty air and listening to the

Oh, it has been a month. So much has happened. A couple hundred miles into our trip, we looked ahead and say a long line of people. It was the kansas river. When we got up close we could see what the people were doing. One by one the wagons would cross the river. We were thinking about just walking across, the water was only like 2.5 feet deep. We decided it wasn't worth the risk and waited in line. When it was our turn we gave them $1 and started moving across. The river was only about 200 yards across. When we got across we looked back and saw that some people tried crossing without using the fairy. They were stuck. While we waited for the rest of our train we watched them trying to get unstuck. They managed to get out but there wagon and

Hey, its me carbon, it's nice up here in the atmosphere. Been here for 21 years now. I've gotten along well with the nitrogen and oxygen up here. However i've heard that the colorado river is nice this time of year. Just gonna go and dizolve myself into the beautiful colorado. The locals are nice here too in the hydrosphere.

My most favorable event was when we did the scavenger hunt at The Riverquarium. I learned about a variety of species of fish. The Spanish Hogfish was one of them. The Hogfish lives in the Gulf of Mexico and is purple and yellow. In addition, there was the Blue Hole Springs. The Blue Hole had carp, bass, alligator snapping turtles, sunfish, and a sturgeon. The sturgeon was a black sturgeon. I noticed that it has sharp bone running along its back. The plaque stated the sturgeon uses those bones as a defense mechanism. For example, if another fish were to eat the sturgeon the bones will cut through the other fish.

In my school I am part of a community service group called start something, we help people in our community who are not as fortunate, or help clean in our community to keep our city beautiful. My first community service event was the Spicket River cleanup, the Spicket River is a small river that goes through Lawrence. The river goes through many parts of Lawrence, some people’s trash ends up in the river,[every year I look forward to this event to help the environment and my community] this is why every year I look forward to participating in The Spicket River Cleanup.

Each September, October, and November morning, I sprang out of bed to cross off the day, counting down until the arrival day of my friends Austin and Alexis. They reside in a neighboring town of Seattle, Washington, and anticipated their visit to Texas as well. Once each week, we would call and plan our time according to the activities that they wanted to do. When the Douglas family flew into Texas, they stayed at the Great Wolf Lodge in Grapevine. My frugal mom researched and discovered Great Wolf Lodge water park tickets for sale, and purchased them. This allowed my family and me the opportunity to play with Austin and Alexis in the humid indoor waterpark on the crisp November day. Neither Austin nor I desired to journey on the “River Canyon

In order for you to get to know me, I need to introduce you to someone else, or rather, something else. Belleaire Circle. Belleaire is a brick street in downtown Orlando, one that could have been plucked from Thornton Wilder’s first act of “Our Town” and placed in 2015. These people have impacted my life and each house represents a chapter of my story. This quaint street lined with massive oaks, Belleaire Circle, is the street that built me.

In my arms, my daughter took her last breath. Her once-strong, -lively body was now as frail as those of the elders from our home village. And her eyes—her black, playful eyes—were peacefully closed, never again to open. I listened hopelessly to her mother’s song of mourning, sung in our native Cherokee tongue. Her voice was smooth and soft, but intermittently interrupted by brief sobs. Across from me stood my son—now my only child; his eyes, streaming with tears, focused intently on his dead sister, as if they were willing breath back into her small, lifeless body. Could it be that the shamans were right? Had my family been cursed by our ancestors for leaving our homeland? Should we head home, only to return to land-hungry white

After the GPS jumping around, trying to find the cache's coordinates, we located the geocache in a crack in some boulders. I know there were pictographs and petroglyphs in the canyon so we continued hiking a bit to try and find them. We didn't go far before high up on the canyon wall I spotted a pictograph. While I knew there was more rock are further into the canyon but we were running low on time and I had another panel I've been looking for the past couple of years. The rest would have to wait for another trip.

I stood on the paddle board looking around the lake. I knew my victory would be short lived. I felt a rock and then a push. I was no longer King of the hill. We all took turns being king of the hill, I was smiling all day long. I knew this would be a day to remember.

My incredible journey as a water molecule began in the frigid river water of the Red Deer River , just off the Rockies . I was simply minding my own business , when WOOSH , a current came and swept me right off of my feet ! I couldn’t control where I was going , I didn’t know what was going on , I had been kidnapped . My attacker dumped me off in some warmer water way farther down . I swam around a little bit, running in to way more fish than I would have seen at home under my rock in the river . It didn’t take me long to realize , I had been dumped into a lake . After more than one run in with some very grabby algae , the weather began to take a turn . Strangely enough , the sun was out. yet , it was raining . I looked up out of the water

When Willy and Linda purchased their home in Brooklyn, it seemed far removed form the city. Willy was young and strong and he believed he had a future full of success. He and his sons cut the tree limbs that threatened his home and put up a hammock that he would enjoy with his children. The green fields

I remember a time in my life not too long ago when my family and I went white water rafting for the first time. We had been spending some of our summer vacation at a cabin in the Smokey Mountains, close to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The next day we would experience feelings of exhilarating excitement, with a sense of suspense and anticipation as we rafted down the Nantahala River.